Grave world.
A war is taking place on a plain somewhere.
War is an eternal theme in the graveyard world. Even if the black people here die, they will be reborn in the abyss not long after and quickly fill up this world.
Therefore, from the lords to the black people, no one is afraid of war.
At this time, there was a very eye-catching figure on the plain. It was a black person who looked like a human female. It was a combination of man and horse. As the human part, it wore thin and revealing but gorgeous armor. It had a very charming female face. Unfortunately, no black person in this world knew how to appreciate its beauty.
As for the horse, it is quite strong, with six strong and powerful legs, which enables it to sprint and penetrate quickly and has full maneuverability.
At this moment, the centaur was holding a spear, rushing to the front of the battle formation, forming a square formation. The tip of its spear was glowing with a blood-red halo, and black electric light was lingering and dancing in this blood-red light.
It raised its head and looked towards the enemy formation ahead, its eyes full of charm and a hint of romance. Unfortunately, these eyes, which could arouse any male creature, were useless in the graveyard world.
In the battle formation led by the Centaurs, a troll and a tall black-armored warrior are obviously the bottom corners of this triangle. In the battle formation formed by these two high-level black people and the Centaurs in front are black people who are also Centaurs but wearing dark gold armor. These black people almost fill the battle formation, but they are obviously protecting a group of special black people in the middle.
Among that special group of black people, there was a strange black person wearing a dark robe with gold edges, but with no face or hands or feet visible, and a human shape supported by the boiling black air inside; there was also a black person with war drums growing on his body, with grayish-white skin and a round belly, who kept beating the war drums.
These black people in the middle seemed to play an auxiliary role. The most obvious one was the black people beating the war drums. When they beat the drums, a faint red light continued to spread. The red light spread like a tide, covering the entire battle formation and enhancing the breath of all the black people in the battle formation.
At this time, two figures rose into the air from the opposite enemy formation. They were two black people with wings on their backs. One had six pitch-black wings spread out, and the other had two wings condensed by flames spread out. These two were obviously high-level black people. As soon as they rose into the air, they released a deep or hot aura.
On the battlefield, a thick black shadow spread out from the sky, covering the Centaur battle formation like a curtain.
The black people flapping their wings of fire behind them formed spheres of blazing white heat like miniature suns around them, and then threw those spheres over one after another.
But at this time, the strange black people in the Centaur battle formation, whose robes were supported by black aura, emerged a thick scripture from the darkness of their robes. The scripture was tied with golden chains, and the cover was black with many blood-red symbols on it.
After these scriptures emerged, the golden chains were untied, the scriptures flipped, and an obscure and illusory language sounded in the sky. A bloody aura immediately emerged around the two black people above the enemy camp. Their bodies shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally even the wings behind them either withered or disappeared. They suddenly lost the ability to float and fell to the ground with a thud.
As for the black air that enveloped them like a curtain and the spheres that looked like miniature suns, they quickly lost their power after the two black people fell to the ground and ultimately failed to cause any impact.
A long howl sounded.
The female Centaur was the spearhead of the formation. Her aura was surging. She thrust her spear through the enemy lines, drawing a brilliant light as she charged forward into the enemy formation.
When the Centaur Legion split the enemy formation in half, what followed was to defeat and hunt them down.
The war is over.
The ground was littered with corpses and remains.
As the victorious party, the Centaurs were cleaning up the battlefield and recycling materials that could be used to strengthen themselves. In a camp, female Centaurs, trolls, black-armored warriors, and a black man wearing a dark gold robe and a bloody aura gathered together.
They are communicating and discussing the next battle.
Suddenly, these high-level black people trembled all over, their eyeballs rolled upwards, and then the pupils that did not belong to them rolled back, as if they had encountered some kind of terrible invasion.
Obviously, the black man with the bloody aura in his robe had a strong resistance to this. It let lightning explode in the bloody aura in his body, causing something in his body to groan. It then flashed, trying to get out of the camp, but when it appeared again the next second, it had only flashed less than one meter, which was far worse than it expected.
Soon, it calmed down, and the blood energy under the robe gradually changed, becoming thick, deep, and finally turning into a sticky dark red halo like liquid.
The other three black people also changed.
The troll was wearing a pitch-black robe and a gray crown appeared on his head. The pitch-black robe was condensed from a thick black aura, and the gray crown was inlaid with many tiny faces of various creatures. The troll's aura became dead, and its strong body quickly aged and finally became skin and bones, with pale flames burning in its deep eye sockets.
The black-armored warrior's body expanded, and some of the armor on his back and arms were lifted up, and exhaust pipes extended from inside. They puffed out gray-white smoke to the outside, and the smoke wrapped around the black-armored warrior as if it had its own spirit.
The female centaur had more armor on her body, and slippery tentacles with strange patterns extended from her back. The air around her became noticeably humid, which quickly made the ground wet, and a few drops of water appeared on her face and body.
After these high-level mutations, they exchanged glances with each other, then left the camp, abandoned their army, went deep into a mountainous area, and finally came to a cave.
They either kneeled or bowed in front of the cave, all with their heads lowered, as if they were welcoming someone.
A moment later, a figure walked out from the shadow of the cave. It was a handsome man with long black hair, light purple eyes, a silver scarf tied around his neck, and black clothes and pants under the silver robe. He wore black gloves on his hands, and there was a silver flower pattern on the back of the gloves.
He used his hand to block the sunlight from the blazing sun of the grave world, then glanced at the four black people in front of him and slowly said in a strange language: "Although I personally helped you to attach yourself to the black people, it's a pity that the black people's bodies can only be used temporarily, but it should be enough for you to use in the transition."
"In the long deep sleep, Qin Ya, Ethan, Jiao Huang, and Black Wing have all perished."
"Bo Xun and the Samana have all fallen."
"Now, you are the only ones who are still with me."
"Ming, Yago,
Tia, Xu Mo, the new home is ready, come with me to meet those old friends."
The man with violet eyes casually wiped the air with his hand, and the space twisted, then split apart from top to bottom, tearing out a huge jagged crack!
He turned and stepped into the crack, and the four high-level black people followed him in. Then the crack did not close, but gradually expanded. They tore out more cracks, and from the cracks, deep red, indigo, light purple, grass green, orange... various colored light bands emanated from the cracks.
These light bands swept randomly and created flames, formed lightning disasters, caused the earth to shake, caused mountains to collapse, and caused the tomb world to begin to collapse and begin to be destroyed.
In an instant, the ancient wills in the tombs awakened. They screamed and desperately searched for a "skin" to possess, but they couldn't find a suitable body. They could only scream unwillingly in the flames and thunder, and gradually died.
... ... ..
In a market in Zhonglu, there was a very conspicuous red tent, but the people coming and going did not seem to notice the tent, only one or two people noticed it.
They found the tent, met an ordinary old man, and in that tent, they found the thing they needed most that could most change their current situation.
To do this, they all paid some "price", which included keeping the secret of the tent.
After seeing off another guest, this ordinary old man stretched, pulled up a chair, and planned to stay there until sunset.
Suddenly, his movements paused.
He raised his head and his sight fell on a point infinitely high. There was nothing there, but in the old man's eyes, there was a doomsday scene reflected.
Cracks appeared in the space, flames and thunder spread all around, countless black people died in confusion, and a world was dying.
"Ouch..."
The wrinkles on the old man's face almost squeezed together: "That guy finally came out."
... ... ..
Castle of War.
Having returned to Jinxi Manor, Tianyang took a shower, changed his clothes, and then met Qianhong.
Qianhong hugged Tianyang's arm tightly and whispered, "I have already completed the sublimation progress and can try to reach level 7."
"Because he knew that the 'ultimate' of the hunters was Adi, Tianyang was not worried that Qianhong would become the 'lamb' for the time being. He said, "I can prepare a sublimation medium for you, but you have to think about it. The promotion may fail, or even be demoted."
Qian Hong raised her head and said firmly: "No matter what, I will try to get promoted. I want to help you share more of the burden."
Tian Yang saw that she had made up her mind, so he didn't delay and nodded, "Okay, I..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "He is coming... He is coming... He is coming... He is coming... He is coming..."
Qian Hong noticed that he looked different and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Tian Yang finally came back to his senses, looked at Qian Hong, and smiled: "Nothing, I will ask Adolf to prepare the sublimation medium for you tomorrow."